Lena had a wicked grin on her face.
She rocked her hips once, slowly, pressing down against the growing hardness beneath her, and the friction alone made Kurt's breath hitch. He wasn't still at a hundred percent, but for this? He'd push through any inconveniences.
She looked different now that she was wearing something other than her prison uniform. Her loose tank top hung off one shoulder and her shorts did absolutely nothing to hide the curves underneath.
Kurt's hands stayed firmly on her ass, fingers digging in with just the right amount of pressure to make her breath catch in her throat.
With a crooked smile on his face, he gave her ass another firm squeeze, the smack echoing softly in the quiet room. "I do owe you for that scorpion night."
Lena's golden eyes darkened with hunger. She leaned down, lips brushing against his ear as her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "Then pay up, tiger."
